Luyện nghe bài hát Mantis

The technique, depends
On arm and strength
Once you've that, then the step
Is to how to pierce stone

Well, you might as start practicing now
Do you-do you, do you know, mantis legends?
How it was it all
It was off this blackbird

Although it was only a tenth of the bird's
It was a very insect
And that's why the technique, a brave man
And a strong one, who afraid of birds

Welcome back to the temple of and Sword Kem'po
Lyrical rhyme nympho, B-boy Bob
Diamond crystal solid gold bone rituals
We be the humble calmest individuals

to spot microdots, we Sasquatch
Stomp MC's, third eye Cyclops laser shots
fired once the father get raised up
We John up, abrasive heat, from the phaser gun

Never left for a Dunn, Atilla the Hun
Type Killa Park Hilla, eighteen Mack's
In the truck lanes, from the rugged
Of soil, the red wolves be prowlin'

Howlin' over the shit that got the world bowin'
We spoiled, one swordsmen
One thousand recordings, one thousand Wu and
One thousand rap tours and global

Not your occurrence
My torments MC's with the fear of God
You'll be like Farad
And by the iron rod

Hell's Wind Staff, the wrath of Titans
Niggaz battlin', sword
Cutthroat women, whirlwind given the children
Escape the poverty for and, let live
Die by the mic, shadow by night

Hell's Staff, the wrath of Black Titans
Niggaz battlin', sword
Cutthroat women, whirlwind given save the
Escape the poverty for live and, let
Die by the mic, skill by night

Man-Mantis style easy to learn
A is small, but powerful
With it's arms, it can up
Many times own weight

On behalf of the Wu-Tang I'll display the Hong Kong
Shaolin King Kong poems slaps niggaz in half Kwan'tan
Ten tigers scratch like Allah math, the Hell's Staff
Watch the eight diagram the diaphragm

Pierced lung minute from double-edged sound the drum
Here I come as predicted, holdin' the raw seal, all heads
7th Degree mic skill is ill, listen to the guns holler
Swallow the shell, East New terrorist

fool to this, madness, crazy low-hand, grabs the mic stand
Smooth as water, Spat Seven Seas you've not yet
Breathe and lungs wheeze, Earth
I'm wreckin' MC's, spills, meadow is round

The sound of silence deafens ears, fires fears
Wood eagle claw tears, tree from bark
Hard to maintain control when you
I stand with the strength of Jobe and hold pressure that'll bust head

I'm teachin' civilization, one havin' knowledge
Wisdom understanding, culture
Knowledge savage in of happiness
Thunderous mantis, all chant